Lamentations of the Caves
The caves are filled with sorrow,
They cry up to the skies,
But upon the wind is where,
Those lamentations die.
Deep within the caves grow cold,
The sunlight never shines,
Deep within the caves we go,
For ourselves to find.
To save love I had to kill it,
Letting go of my heart and soul,
Letting him fly to the heavens away,
From this now broken and bleeding heart.
For a love so rare I let it grow,
But like a bonsai it had to be molded,
Patience and time are needed,
But first the life stem had to be cut.
My soul has been ripped in two,
My spirit is shattered and splintered,
With jabbing little pieces cutting into,
My heart and making it bleed.
The pain drives right trough me,
Renting at my very being like a razor,
Sharp and deep are those wounds left,
So cleanly cut the scars are inevitable.
So I have become Loves Assassin,
Sent to kill my very own love,
With my own hands I have laid it low,
Burying myself with the remnants.